Page 18 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

"This afternoon," she said, gently rubbing my back, her voice full of joy. "Your friend arranged everything."

I looked up at Ruslan, who was standing nearby, watching me with gentle eyes. My heart filled with overwhelming surprise and gratitude.

"Thank you," I said, my eyes full of tears.

He just smiled slightly and said nothing.

"Stop crying, kitten." Mom wiped my tears with her hand. "Dinner's ready. I made your favorites—cornbread and mac and cheese."

Dinner was warm and cozy. Mom kept piling food on my plate while telling me all the latest news from home. Ruslan mostly listened, occasionally asking polite questions like the perfect gentleman.

Nobody mentioned the exact nature of my relationship with Ruslan, but from the way Mom looked at us, I could tell she had her own theories.

After dinner, Ruslan took care of clearing the table and dishes, giving Mom and me time alone. We sat on the balcony sharing a bottle of wine, looking out at the LA skyline.

Mom went on and on about her trip—how Ruslan had sent a private jet for her, with someone accompanying her the whole way like she was VIP. And he'd arranged comfortable accommodations near the mansion so we could easily see each other.

"He said you were homesick," Mom held my hand, her eyes full of gratitude. "So he arranged all this. He's a very thoughtful man."

I'd never told Ruslan I was homesick. Maybe he'd overheard my phone call with Mom, or maybe he'd just picked up on my recent mood.

I turned to watch Ruslan cleaning up in the kitchen, an indescribable feeling rising in my chest.

Why would he do something like this? This went way beyond our arrangement.

"He's a good man, Eva," Mom said suddenly, that knowing look in her eyes. "He might seem a little stern, but I can feel how genuine he is about you. The way he looks at you doesn't lie."

I didn't know how to respond, so I just looked down and sipped my wine. "Our relationship is... complicated."

"Love is always complicated, sweetheart," she smiled gently. "But when a man is willing to go this far for you, it's not just because of your beauty or talent."

I couldn't bring myself to tell her that Ruslan and I didn't have love—just a transaction. That's what I kept telling myself, anyway.

We talked until Mom started yawning, obviously catching up with her travel fatigue. Ruslan's driver was already waiting downstairs to take her back to her accommodations.

I walked Mom to the door, and Ruslan politely said goodbye, promising to arrange for someone to show her around LA's famous sights tomorrow.

When the door closed, I took a deep breath and turned to face Ruslan, my heart full of emotions I couldn't quite express.

"Why?" I couldn't help asking. "Why did you do all this for me?"

His expression became complicated, like he was weighing how to answer such a direct question. Finally, he chose a safe response. "Because I could."

That answer didn't really explain anything, but I didn't push.

"Whatever the reason," I said softly, "I want to say thank you."

But I knew those simple words weren't nearly enough to express my gratitude.

Ruslan's expression turned displeased as he tilted my chin up slightly. "How many times have you thanked me now, Eva?"

"Because, besides thank you, I really don't know how else to repay everything you've done for me."

"Then just accept it," Ruslan leaned down, his face very close to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"Or turn your gratitude into something else," Ruslan's eyes locked onto my lips, his tone full of suggestion.

I didn't answer. I just stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. Then I pressed my lips firmly against his.

His lips were thin, giving off an impression of cold ruthlessness, but they felt incredibly soft.

After just one second, Ruslan took control.

He gripped my waist and pressed me against his body without any space between us.

He forced my lips apart and claimed every inch of my mouth.

He teased my tongue, sucking and licking like he wanted to steal all the air from my lungs.

He kissed me until I could barely breathe, leaving me clinging to him instinctively.

Just when I thought I might pass out from lack of oxygen, he finally pulled back slightly.

We pressed our foreheads together for a moment, catching our breath. He leaned down and slipped his arms under my knees, effortlessly lifting me up. I let out a surprised gasp and instinctively tightened my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

He carried me through the spacious living room and laid me down on the bedroom's king-size bed.

"Eva," he knelt on one knee beside the bed, calling my name in a voice so raspy it was almost unreadable.

Then he untied all the fabric from my body.

His gaze, like a burning flame, seared into my naked skin.

He sucked on my left nipple, his tongue swirling around the tip with its scorching heat.

A tingling pleasure instantly spread from my chest throughout my limbs.

His hands were not idle either, tracing their way down, across my flat stomach, finally resting on the wet entrance between my legs.

His long fingers plunged directly inside, pumping and pressing.

I couldn't control myself any longer and cried out in surprise.

This simultaneous assault from above and below completely paralyzed my thoughts.

He removed his clothes, and as our skin pressed unconditionally against each other, I could clearly feel his cock, already stretched to its limit.

He spread my legs apart, pressed his knees in, and then, with his hand on his hot, hard cock, he ground against the entrance to my vagina.

"Eva, I'm going in," he whispered in my ear, then thrust forward and lowered his hips, piercing me with his massive erection.

I let out a muffled moan of pain and intense pleasure.

He didn't move immediately, but remained inside me, letting me adjust to his size.

He lowered his head and captured my attention with a deep, lingering kiss.

Then, he began his thrusts. My nails left red marks on his broad back.

His pace quickened, and my body heaved upward under his immense force.

I felt like I was about to be thrown from him.

But his large hand on my waist, like an iron clamp, pulled me back from his grasp and pinned me back beneath him.

"This is so good! I'm almost there!" I screamed, feeling the walls of my inside contract.

Ruslan's hand rested on the back of my hand, which was gripping the sheets tightly. He pushed open my fingers and clasped them tightly without hesitation.

"Together," Ruslan said, accelerating his thrusts. Finally, unable to hold back, I climaxed. Ruslan then released inside me.

Still dazed by the pleasure, Ruslan tucked a strand of sweat-soaked hair behind my ear. Then, he rolled over and lay beside me, pulling me into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around me tightly, curling me against his chest.

In this warm atmosphere, for the first time, I felt the urge to speak.

"Ruslan, you investigated me before we met—do you know everything about me?"

"I want to hear it from you, if you're willing to share," Ruslan answered seriously.

I smiled softly.

"My father was a high school teacher who loved music. He'd take me fishing in the park on weekends and read me bedtime stories every night. He had the gentlest smile in the world. But he died from illness when I was eight." I felt Ruslan's hand pause mid-stroke on my back.

My voice became tender as I remembered those painful times.

" Those were really hard years, but Mom never let me feel unsafe for even a second.

She took on two jobs to make sure I could stay in school.

She sacrificed so much for me. Later, when I fell in love with acting, Mom supported me even though we definitely couldn't afford the tuition. "

Ruslan listened quietly, his expression thoughtful. "You were lucky to have parents like that."

"I was," I admitted with a smile. "Even though we didn't have much money, I never lacked for love."

"Love." He repeated the word softly, like it was a foreign concept. "That word rarely came up in my family. My parents had an open relationship—they each had their lovers and didn't give a damn about their kid."

My heart felt like someone was squeezing it. I reached up to touch his cheek, feeling the tension in his jaw. "Your childhood must have been so lonely."

"I don't know what lonely means," his gaze drifted away. "Because I never experienced anything different. That was just normal."

Hearing this, a sharp pain shot through my chest. Ruslan had never felt parental love. I wanted to say I wished I could have been there for him back then, but that was just wishful thinking.

I changed the subject, trying to ease his pain a little.

"When I came to LA from Montgomery to chase my dreams, I could barely afford rent at first. I didn't know anything about anything, and I was so naive about everything." I laughed softly.

"You were brave," Ruslan said quietly.

I didn't respond. We sat in comfortable silence for a while.

"Will you always be here with me?" I asked in a small voice, testing the waters.

"As long as you need me," he answered.

I closed my eyes and melted into his embrace. In that moment, I felt like all the happiness in the world was right there with me.

Even though I knew this happiness was temporary, and eventually I'd have to give it all back.